The amount of time we spend in life trying to reclaim experiences, tastes, sensations, smells and joy of our youth is astounding. Thirty minutes out of the way? No problem. Everything's closed? No problem. Just seeing it, realizing it's entirely different (of course) and creating a new memory there. To attempt to reclaim some of the simple pleasures of our youths and hand those on to our children. Of course I'm certain the moments that Cecilia will try to recreate will be different than those I try to create for her. We connect to our ancestors as we allow the ocean waves to lap at our toes, my mother played hear, and her mother before that. We eat hot dogs as comfort at the same counter that they've always been served at.
The risk of trying to relive these childhood experiences of course is that everything has changed, your size, your company, the traditions, the excitement. By going back to old haunts we somehow hope our 8 year old brother will be sitting next to us, or our mother will be leading the way, or a grandparent will help us float in the ocean. Alas this nostalgia is filled with disappointment, we arrive at the wrong hours and the arcade is closed, or our tastes have changed and the drink is too sweet. We are no longer 4 feet tall.
Luckily we are capable of adapting and finding new traditions. We find a new eatery that we can return to, we make note of the arcades hours for future visits. Because while so much may have changed, we find we still want to return and walk the transforming shore.
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